Rescue Garden

Rescue Puppy? Not yet! Rescue Plants!

Walking home from the grocery store the other day, well, Adam was walking. And pulling me. The latest step in teaching me to skateboard. I stand and try to steer and he pulls the skateboard along the street. Crossing MLK was a little intimidating. In part thanks to the 14 year old girl showing me up on the other side of the street. But mostly the four lanes of evening traffic. Anyway, at the tennis courts, I spot some irises some bratty child has ripped out of the little strip aurrounding the fields and courts and dropped in the gutter. I scoop up the abused bulb and as we scootch the rest of the way home (kick-push is hard enough but try it in flipflops and a pencil skirt!) describe to Adam my new plan for the terribly neglected front yard. Rescue garden! We can't afford real landscaping so I will take in rescue plants and just shove them all in there and see what makes it!!!

Just a few nights later, I'm scanning craigslist while flu-wracked Adam slumbers unpeacefully in the other room. It's well after midnight. I discover someone has ripped rose bushes out on the north side of town. They are on the street. PERFECT! I WANT them.

I tiptoe into the bedroom and tell him I will be back soon. After some negotiating, my Rescue Gardener and Adam's Gallant Husband beat out my Sympathetic and Nurturing Wife/Nurse and Adam's Flu and we all get in the car and drive across town. They aren't even going to be there, he whines before falling into an illness induced stupor. And there they are. Right at the intersection described, white picket fence and all! We grab them and shove them into the car - which now looks like an excavation site in the 'Stans - and drive them home. But my Rescue Gardener kills my Nurturing Nurse and we swing by another plant dump and rescue some jade.

Since then, we've added four more plants found abused and abandoned as well as a native wildflower mix.

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